Laz winks. “I can’t argue with that logic, honeybee.”
Cole rolls his eyes but doesn’t argue. “Can you help me change the sheets, Ren?”
“Oh god.” I cringe. “Is that the second set already? You’ll be doing so much laundry.”
“We’re not gonna be washing them,” Cole corrects me. “We each want a set to sleep with.”
I can’t tell whether he’s joking as he and Ren disappear on their mission.
“So…” Laz dances from one foot to the other, unable to stay in one spot for longer than a few seconds. “How’re you feeling?”
“Hungry.” No, scratch that, I’m ravenous. A few minutes ago, eating and drinking were the last things on my mind, but I’m burning so many calories, I definitely need to replenish. “I didn’t think heats would be so draining.”
I devour the cake then wolf down the rest of my plate before gorging on chips, a blueberry muffin, and a protein bar. Aside from answering Laz when he eagerly asks whether there’s anything more he can do, I barely come up for air between mouthfuls.
“How do you feel now?” Laz asks when I finish.
“Much better.”
“You’ve got a bit of chocolate.” He points at a spot on my face. “There.”
I swipe at it. “Is it gone?”
“No.” He dabs at the smeared chocolate next to my mouth. His touch makes my skin tingle, like a mini-electric shock. “Woah. That was…” He jerks his hand back.
My perfume blooms, filling the kitchen. His usual laid-back expression turns serious.
“Faye.” His chair almost tips over when he hurries to stand. His cock is obviously hard, begging to be released from his gray sweats. “You smell too fucking good.”
“Mine.” I reach for him with confidence, grabbing his shirt to pull him close. Now that I’ve refueled, all I want is his knot. “Alpha.”
He drags his arm across the counter to create space, sending snacks flying before lifting me to sit on it. Our hands are everywhere—his in my hair, mine down his back—an urgent need taking over as our lips find each other.
Somewhere in our kiss, his fingers find their way between my legs. He tugs off my panties before kneeling down, his curls tickling my inner thighs. My slick gushes to meet his waiting tongue as he pulls me onto his face.
“Yes,” I grab his hair, grinding against his mouth. “Fuck yes, alpha. Make me come.”
He licks my clit before delving down to lap up my slick. He moans against my sensitive skin, letting me know how much he likes my taste and sending vibrations reverberating through me.
My vision blurs, and I forget where we are as his tongue explores me in a feverish frenzy, like an adventurer exploring unexplored land. The flat of his tongue flicks over my clit in rhythmic strokes that swiftly bring me to the brink of orgasm.
Before I come, he slows, making me whine as he holds me right at the edge, licking my clit in torturously tantalizing circles while his fingertips tease my entrance. I push my pussy into him impatiently, but that only makes him hold back more.
“Make me come, Laz.” Thick with need, I barely recognize my voice.
“Only if you say please, honeybee.”
“Please,” I moan.
He slides a finger into me, stroking my G-spot to coax more slick from me. There’s a tightness in my core, like a tightly wound spring that needs to be released.
He smirks. “Say pretty please, alpha.”
“Laz!” I gasp. “Pretty please, alpha!” If I don’t come soon, I’ll explode from anticipation. Every stroke of his fingers and tongue makes my toes curl, the need so intense that it’s borderline painful. “I need it. Now!”
He gives me exactly what I need, not holding back anymore. I cry out, tears springing to my eyes in a state of pure overstimulated bliss.
I clamp my thighs around Laz’s head while I come hard, gushing all over his face. I grind against his mouth as he devours me like an animal and finger fucks me with the force of a jackhammer.
